The Woes of Football Referees From Our Quin Correspondent.
London, Jan. 1.
You probably remember the Boy who, when reproved by his othe little story of the smal
Broo ud cing afterward son leaving the house, explained "Nobody loves me, I'm going into the garden to eat worm:
I was moved to recollection of that little human narrative by reading some cases of the woes of Referees, perhaps the most downtrodden class of men we possess. They have, it is true, formed a Union, but their efforts to te' their cla} to any sideration except per-given—to breathe the fresh air of Heaven, are a tragic failure.
Here is al Tittle type of the sufferings they gatherings and he always lay in wait for them as they loft the ground, PERNORS THEY LAKH TT, 1 suppose there are referees wiolike their job. They do not get-well paid for it. No decision. they ever give pleases all sections of the crowd and if there is, 60 far as its utterances are concern ed, a more bloodthirsty set of men than the average collection of football "fans" T do not know it, The referee's only hope of peace there is no enjoyment—for hi is that some football player will by some action incur more odium than he himself docs. 'The crowd then lavishes on the unfor victim all' the caustic criticism which would pierce the hide of a rhinoceros. We are indeed rapidly approaching the time when the referes will have to don chain. armour. The poor chap would avo done it long ago bub for the difficulty of getting up and down the ground, You can't run like'a rabbit in metal sheathing, either undergo. station. fon the ground or to the railway
Referees are recommended by! some of the authorities to take trates play. But it is the name of a player who perpe-
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